One way of defining a Quest is the ambition to get There, wherever that may be. We are each part of some bigger plan, making our contribution. We don’t do the mapping; some natural core Rhino gyroscope keeps us spinning forward.

We proceed as best We can, on our way. Our Guides aid and abet, but it’s our job to weigh our options as they pop up. One perplexing thing is when Nature moves the goal posts. Don’t laugh. It happens.

There is no yellow brick road connecting our dots, Tin Man.